My best friend growing up had been a girl/woman, too. I would always get jealous when she would tell me how her bikini top would slip off with her friends, or a threesome she would have, or anything like that, always when I wasn't there nor included.
One day we went clothes shopping together. At one point, she had me come into the fitting room with her (we asked the staff and they said it was okay). She was standing in a thin tank top with her nips poking out a mile. I was so excited I almost came in my pants.
Then she took her top off. It was an instant turn off. Her breasts were amazing, but now that I had finally seen them after 10 years of friendship, I didn't care at all.
She got dressed, we went back to her apartment (like we had done thousands of times before), and she asked if I wanted to see her breasts again. I said sure just to not reject her, she took her top off, and I still didn't care. She got the hint and put her top back on.
Fortunately, nothing ever started to be "weird" after that. We remained friends as normal for yet another ten years until kids, life, and careers took her to a new part of the country, and now we are just Facebook friends. I guess the only difference is that she stopped telling me about losing her top, threesomes, and other naughty fun she was having, because I frankly couldn't have cared less.
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